Date: 01-02-2010
Trying my best to keep up in this journal, though I really don't feel like writing.
Feeling a bit better than what I have been but not as good as I should be. Mom's threatening to take me to the doctor, even though I've told her repeatedly that I'm fine. But it'll only last for a while before she pulls one of her I'm-the-mother-and-I'm-worried-about-you-so-we're-going-to-the-doctor-whether-you-like-it-or-not speeches. She really doesn't believe me, though, when I tell her I'll be all right. Says I'm pale and I've got dark circles under my eyes . . . I really can't argue with her on that point . . . I do look terrible. But, as long as I get some rest and drink plenty of fluids, I'll be all right. That's the way it has been, that's the way it'll always be.
I haven't seen Racer X at all today. In a way, I'm kind of disappointed that he hasn't shown up. But I'm also glad. I'm not his little brother so I don't see why he's fretting over me. I don't mind him checking up on me every now and then but every day is a bit ridiculous. I wonder what he'll do when Rex comes home . . .
And I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I need to sleep . . .
– Speed